MATTHEWS, Harrison James, Senior

[Harrison James Matthews]

behind [ t h e ] scenes


Name; Alli
Age; [optional] 17
Time Zone; EST
Years RP-ing; On and off for almost four years
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on [ t h e ] stage


Name; Harrison James Matthews
Nickname(s); Harris
Age; 17
Gender; M
Birth date; May 14, 1990
Grade; 12 (senior)
Clique; [ check here for the clique list ] Male Punk fits closest


Appearance; At 6'4, Harrison towers over most people. His stature makes him look intimidating, and he uses it to his advantage. He's skinny; not because he doesn't eat, but because he's so tall. Harris doesn't put much stock in appearances, but makes enough effort to look cool and calculating.

He has quite a few facial piercings. He has Monroe piercings on both sides of his mouth, and a tiny nose stud. He occasionally wears rings in his lower lip, but only when he feels the need to impress or horrify. A few piercings litter the shell of his left ear, and he rarely notices them.

Harrison has bright blue eyes, and people are surprised by the amount of emotion you can glean out of them. His eyes are surrounded by a smudge of dark lashes, only drawing attention to the startling blue iris, ringed in an inky grey. When going out to concerts, Harris is secure enough in his masculinity to smudge on some eyeliner.

Harris has naturally sandy brown hair, but like all good little punks, he dyed it the pre-requisite black at fifteen. It's short and cut close to the neck in back, but has a longish flip in the front that forever hangs into his left eye. His hair is cut bluntly, and is silkier and smoother than it looks. His hair is actually quite neat, and it's that neatness that saves him from being labeled 'emo' or 'scene'.

For someone living in California, Harris is quite pale. He doesn't go out of his way to avoid the sun, but Harrison prefers to be inside instead of outside. By no means does he consider himself a home-body, but Harrison would rather read a book than sit by a pool. The pale of his skin is a shocking contrast to the darkness of his hair, and he's quite pleased with the effect.

He's in the middle of getting a full sleeve tattoo. The outlining is all done. His tattoos are a myriad of images. It's almost a story, and Harris doesn't care if people think his tattoos are ugly, or beautiful. He didn't have them done for others. He did them for himself.

Harris mainly wears band tees. He's a music enthusiast, and makes sure to buy a tee shirt at every concert he goes to. To him, the shirts are badges of honor. In the cooler seasons, he'll throw a dark colored henley underneath. With his band tee's, he'll wear dark jeans, and his trademark Chuck Taylor hightops.
Picture; (Posted Image)
Celebrity; Trace Cyrus
Height; 6'4
Weight; 140

Personality; Harrison has always been different from the other kids his age. On his second grade report card, his teacher wrote that he had trouble connecting with his peers. The same applies ten years later. Harris doesn't necessarily hate people. He just has extreme distaste for certain people. He's very indrawn, but opens up easily. He just needs the extra nudge. Harris wouldn't say he makes friends easily, but once he does, he's loyal and trustworthy to a fault.

Harris is brutally honest. He doesn't sugarcoat anythng, because it doesn't do anyone any good. You can take him or leave him. He won't cry either way. With his honesty comes his opinions. Harrison is very opinionated, and idealistic to a certain degree. He has a clear idea of what he wishes the world would be like, and is easily disappointed when things don't turn out the way he wishes they would.

Like everyone, Harrison has good days and bad days. Unlike many his age, Harris' good days outnumber his bad days. He is quite content being left alone, or in a group. Whatever. He finds a way to be happy wherever he is, with whatever he's doing. He's not always outwardly happy, though. Harris doesn't have problems expressing his emotions, he has problems with who he expresses them to. Trusting people is a long, hard process for Harris. He's been burned in the past, and he refuses to play with fire again. Once you're in with him, however, you're in for good. It would take something pretty bad for Harrison to turn his back on you.

Harrison is a romantic. This extends beyond women, and filters into his everyday life. Harris is in love with the world. Most of it, anyway.

Harris was born in Southern California, and grew up looking after his younger brother, Jason. When he got a free moment, he would always be off skateboarding, or playing his guitar. His mother fostered his love of music, often taking out her old acoustic guitar and strumming some old folk song. His interest from a young age developed into a passion. The passion developed into an obsession. Harrison loves music more than just about anything. For him, it's more than a hobby; it's his life.

Harrison looks up to Kurt Cobain, Jay Adams, and James Dean. They represent everything he wants in life; success, and the chance to screw it all up in a second. It's walking that thin line that keeps life fun and interesting.

Harris eventually wants a career in music. He hopes to be the one making it, but producing it or even listening to it is enough for him

Likes;
[x] music
[x] classic novels
[x] irony
[x] guitars
[x] caffeine
[x] skateboarding
[x] dogs
[x] hats
[x] politics
[x] potatoes
[x] the color green
[x] penguins


Dislikes;
[x] anything artificial
[x] soda
[x] people who carry dogs in purses
[x] waking up early
[x] phonies
[x] ignorance
[x] closed-mindedness
[x] homophobes
[x] math
[x] gossip-mongers
[x] cabbage
[x] people who force their beliefs on others


History; Born in Santa Monica, California, Harrison was exposed to alot of eccentric people from an early age. What shocks others barely fazes him anymore. From the time he was tiny, he's seen everything from homosexuals to hobbits. As a result of his upbringing, he is very tolerant of others. As long as you're okay with yourself, you're okay by Harris.

Whenever Harrison got a spare moment, he would go skateboarding in parks or down streets. It's really the only outside activity he tolerates. He enjoys the adrenaline rush you get, knowing the smallest shift of weight can send you sprawling on concrete at blinding speeds. It seemed like another way closer to freedom in the beginning, but developed into another way to get a cheap thrill.

Harrison's parents were the typical mom and dad. They loved and nurtured Harris, and Harris' brother, Jason. They were solidly middle class, always having enough 'and a little extra'. Things were fine until Harris' father lost his job at a prestigious lawfirm when Harris was twelve.

The family struggled for a few years, and Harris found himself going without things he once took for granted. He wound up having to go easier on his clothes, skateboards, and guitar strings. If any one of those broke, or tore, it wasn't likely he would get a new one for a while.

Harrison quickly escaped into the world of music. He got a few crappy jobs, paying just enough to pay for CD's, guitar strings, and the occasional concert. Harris made friends with the bouncers at the local clubs, and soon was ushered in without tickets.

It seemed like everything was falling into place. Harris found his niche; he was a concert skank. A permanent fixture any time a halfway decent band was in town. Music was his release, and it helped him deal with his depressed father, stressed out mother, and bratty younger brother. He dabbled in a few different bands for a while, but eventually left them. The musicians in the bands struck Harris as pretentious, and in the business for all the wrong reasons.

And then Harris' father got another job, moving the family to Alpine County, California. Harrison was miserable. He missed the busy, crowded, urban atmosphere of Santa Monica. It was here that Harrison cultivated his new image; dying his hair, and getting piercings. It was a bit of a crappy rebellion. It was utterly predicatble, and his parents knew what he was up to, and accepted it. Which made it even less of a rebellion, and more of a change of appearance.


Mother; Nicole Matthews, 40
Father; Richard Matthews, 42
Siblings; Jason Sean Matthews, 12

Sample RP; Harrison's empty coffee cup flew in an arc through the air, spinning before landing cleanly in the trash can. Licking his full lower lip, he swiped the back of his hand over his mouth, catching any last dribbles of coffee. Feeling fully caffeinated, Harris plugged his headphones into his ears, and scrolled through the menu on his iPod. He shoved the warm, familiar device back in his jeans pocket, Harris jammed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

Though music pounded in his ears, the rest of the street was eerily silent for California. The only sound was the 'thwack' of his black Chucks against the pavement.

Harrison hated silence. It honestly felt like something was wrong. Missing. Something.

Reaching a hand out of his pocket, Harrison scratched the back of his neck, sliding his fingers through his hair, flicking the front out of his blue eyes.

The back pocket of his jeans vibrated wildly, and Harris jumped. Still walking, he fished his hand in the pocket, and pulled out his cell phone.

"Speak" His voice was low and gravelly. Harris listened for a few minutes, eyes flickering rapidly between anger and something else. Possibly confusion.

"Is it broken?" He asked, swiping tiredly at his eyes. Harrison was even less animated than before. It was almost like he was instantly aged.

He exhaled deeply. "Look, Jason. Just don't touch my guitar again. Are we clear?" His tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument. He didn't want to deal with a curious younger brother at the moment. He didn't want to deal with much at the moment, to be perfectly honest.

Snapping his phone shut, Harrison clenched it tightly in his fist, tongue working at his lip ring, twirling the silver stud. It was an anxious habit, happening only before he really lost his cool.

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